Mey the moose ne'er lea' yer girnal wi the tear drap in its ee.

Dear Ms.Pearl,
the individual in the picture surely needs no formal introduction,after all who does'nt know a man better than his own mother.
A little bit confused i was at first,seeing Mr. Pollock travel about with a pair of shorts,one laptop,one toothbrush and a sole electric guitar...it seemed as if he carried the bare necesseties and the absolute indulgencies of life together in a single travel bag!On and off-road your son and me got increasingly acquainted and the contence of his travel kit became clear;it was merely a representation of his elaborate and,indeed,flamboyant nature("I'm a lover,not a fighter!").
Your son,Ms Pearl,swiftly evolved from a noble stranger into a highly appreciated fellow-traveller and whenever i articulated my gratitude for his kindheartedness and generosity,the standard reply was..."tell that to my mother!"...
Therefore,Ms Pearl,i hereby state;my friend,your boy,F.M.Pollock is good folk!
So thanks for vitalizing the world through him and thank you,Fred, for your willingness to share it!And to absolve your last worries,Ms Pearl...he's a hell of a pilot...on a Royal Enfield!
Aefauldly,
Bart from Belgium .

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